Chapter 230
Chapter 230: The Showcase
—The day of the next dinner party has arrived.
Emelgias Izanis strides into the dining hall with an unprecedented swagger.
“Oh! Oooh!”
Spinethia, who had started eating earlier as usual, stops in her tracks, exclaiming in awe.
Indeed, Emelgias is donned in a new outfit—specifically, the Bon-Dage style!
It’s made of vibrant green snake leather. Unlike the typical Bon-Dage style, it’s modestly revealing, but the snug fit accentuates his toned body line, making him look more heroic and valiant than usual.
Furthermore, his previously wild and unruly green hair is stylishly tied back with a matching snake leather hairpiece today.
“That looks great, big brother!”
“Hehe… right?”
Emelgias’s smug expression knows no bounds.
(Well, that’s not bad…)
In fact, he is in a remarkably good mood. The Bon-Dage style—it’s no wonder everyone’s obsessed with it now. What once looked absurd from the outside turned out to be amazing once worn.
Not only is it comfortable, but it genuinely looks good. Kusemon creates designs that maximize the allure of whoever wears them.
Never before has he felt other people’s glances so pleasantly while walking around Demon Lord Castle. The Bon-Dage style even has a feature that corrects posture, tightening up his naturally slouching stance. Just a slight difference in demeanor can drastically change impression, affecting how others view him, creating a virtuous cycle of increasing confidence.
Of course, he paid quite a price, so various enchantments come with it. Indeed, there’s nothing to fault in the Bon-Dage style.
“Hehehe…”
As he continues to bask in his glory at the designated seat, Diagias and the other Demon Lords’ princes start to appear one after another.
“Hey, that’s nice. It suits you, Emelgias.”
“Oh my, you look dashing! Good job.”
“Splendid! Have you awakened to its greatness?”
His siblings shower him with compliments.… Come to think of it, isn’t this the first time Diagias, who has no interest in men and belongs to a different faction, has ever praised him directly?
“It was worth the struggle to take down the Tyrant Great Serpent.”
Emelgias muses, and Aiogias leans in, intrigued.
“That color! That texture! I suspected it wasn’t just any monster, but it’s the Kaiser Basilisk! Well done on that…!!”
It’s rare for Aiogias, usually so condescending, to genuinely express admiration.
The Tyrant Great Serpent—known as the top-tier serpent monster.
With a massive body that can easily swallow a person whole and fangs that deliver instant death with mere contact due to their neurotoxin, even a Demon Race of count-level could be choked to death despite their protective spells. It possesses the kind of power, reflexes, and most importantly, stealth to blend into the forest without a sound — a formidable, terrifying monster.
Of course, simply killing it isn’t an issue for a high-ranking Demon. If one just bombards it with remote magic, even the Serpent King has no means of counterattack.
However, hunting it to utilize the leather presents a different challenge. If one hopes to capture it without excessively damaging the body, attacking with area magic is off-limits, requiring considerable skill with either magic or spears.
Moreover, the Kaiser Basilisk is highly cautious, making it a challenge to find. Even that Demon Lord wouldn’t easily take it down.
Yet Emelgias succeeded, utilizing the long-range of his bloodline magic, Voice Spell, and the power of Jealousy to home in on the presence of the Tyrant Great Serpent in the vast forest.
And then—he triumphantly brought it down.
He silenced his footsteps with his mastery of wind magic and intentionally made noise with the Voice Spell to create an ambush. A single thrust to its vital spot with a spear—instant death.
“It was a rather fulfilling hunt.”
Catching the high-ranking catch only feeds Emelgias’s pride as well.
(I can’t wait to show Father…)
As he revels in pride, he anxiously awaits the arrival of Demon Lord Goldgias.
By the way, it seems the youngest brother hasn’t shown up yet…
“Ohhh…!!”
At that moment, a voice resonated from outside the door.
With a click, the door swings open, revealing their father, unusually excited.
“Hey, everyone… something incredible has come!”
He exclaims while stepping aside, allowing the newcomer through—
“Whoa, bright!”
Spinethia, closest to the door, instinctively leans back.
“Sorry for being late.”
And then he enters—
It’s him, entering…!
“This is my Bon-Dage style.”
—The youngest brother glows radiantly.
